deterioration, unfathomable
suffocating, literally
for apparently no reason ?
i'm gasping for air
i cannot function with fucking breathlessness, perpetual state of hunger, and a max of four hours sleep . random bursts of temper and nausea. again, i am becoming paranoid.
for apparently no reason ?
i'm gasping for air
i cannot function with fucking breathlessness, perpetual state of hunger, and a max of four hours sleep . random bursts of temper and nausea. again, i am becoming paranoid.
posted by (nothingness) at 08:58
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StREsS iS gOoD. mY wOrKs As An inVeSTmEnT BaNkER iS sO sTreSsFuL tHaT aT wOrK i HaVE nO tIme To tHiNk AbOuT PeRSoNaL iSsUe. i UsED tO go CluBBiNg AnD cAmE sTrAIgHT tO tHE OffIce To COmpLeTE mY rEPoRT nExT mEetInG FoR fEw DAyS iN a RoW. nOT sLeEpInG iS nOT isSuE bRo..yOgA dOeS hElP..
that reminds me when i was in university, caffiene-jammed, and doing a lot work ...
when i start my internship next month, i'll probably revert back to my anxious workaholic-zombie self.
my lecturer said when u enter the world of architecture u are cursed for life. and i think i believe him.
the things we put up with. sigh ..
the firm's design works are mad. i sense it's going to be a lot of work.
apparently i start work tomorrow. i've to start wearing trousers and tucked-in shirts, instead of skinny jeans and a vest.
Welcome to the world of architects.
I hope you do alright! Take care, sit tight, and don't get too paranoid.
And don't forget that Melbourne has a two hour difference to Malaysia, and six o'clock in the morning is not too early to talk. :)
i think u could still wear the vest :)
when i think of it, i mean, with all the hectic,crazy,ridiculous things happening around us and the hectic, crazy, ridiculous things we do, if it werent there, my life would be a bit empty. the damn thing is already part of my life. um, euw!
C'EsT lA vIe ..EvErY pRoFesSiOn HaS iTs PeRKs AnD sHiT. wE hAvE tO lIvE bY oUr ChoIcE. bEiNG a BaNkErS iS nOT aS eAsy WeAriNg SuIt LiKE i OnCE tHoUgHt. HeY- i Go ShOpPInG aLl ThE tImE sO iT bAlAnCEs OuT. i ReaLly WaNt To A dOcToR bUt I cAn't StAnD bLOoD-sO hOw?
how can u type like that budaksetan? u amaze me
i hate making choices. aida can attest to that. hahaha.
(however, when i buy things, it takes me five minutes to decide.)
but if i we're given a choice between the two, i'd rather be an investment banker than a doctor.
had i have all the money in the world, i'd take up art and film-making instead, open a uber-cool cafe that serves lattes with 10mm foam in those small-ish glasses, and do architecture shit for fun. (and i'd buy the coolest clothes, like that inverted-collar shirt)
to dream .. is a lot more fun
i've a good feeling about this firm. they all seem nice. i have no idea what i'm doing!
hiya
all i can say is, doing what i do is more dead-end than what u're doing. at least u're "building" things, me? i dono what the fuck im doing n where im heading.. all i wana do is make babies and be a tai-tai. but i don't think thats gonna happen that soon. sigh.
life sucks. not just for u ok.
building things? nope, not quite there yet. at 23, i'm only a trainee.
it's just one of those jobs where you've gotta slave for decades.a lot of great architects only got their big break after they turn fifty, and they don't have money and fame until the greys come out.
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